Fortunately, Gu Nianci left after paying her respects at my grave as she wished, without causing any further conflict with Song Qingrong, which relieved me a little.
I don't want to see Song Qingrong suffer.
As for Gu Nianci...
Although I don't know what she wants to do or what her mindset is when she came here, I don't care. There is no relationship between us anymore, including feelings.
After Gu Nianci left, Song Qingrong and I continued with the final step, performing a special wedding vows to each other, which marked the end of our wedding.
There were no guests, only the emcee and her mother.
This made me feel even more indebted to Song Qingrong.
It's just a pity that this debt can probably never be repaid.
In this short period of time, I had a new feeling: I was getting more and more tired, as if a force was slowly stripping away my energy and spirit.
If nothing unexpected happens, I will probably disappear from this world completely before long.
Is this what is known as the first seven days after death?
I thought to myself, and subconsciously glanced at Yan Yin's grave beside me. Did she also go through the same seven days after her death as I did?
I hope not.
I sighed; this feeling was not pleasant.
Just then, Song Qingrong started packing her things, seemingly preparing to leave. I breathed a slight sigh of relief upon seeing this, as I was afraid she might do something rash and stay here.
"Mom, let's go back."
Song's mother nodded and said, "I've already agreed to your request today, but don't forget what you promised me."
"After this period is over, you should find someone to marry."
Song Qingrong pursed her lips and nodded slightly, saying, "I understand."
"Until then, can I stay at home by myself?"
Song's mother sighed and comforted her, "I know how you feel about Xu Ruo, and I also like Xu Ruo very much, but he is gone after all, and the dead cannot be brought back to life."
"You're still young, you can't just keep wasting your time like this."
"Mom is doing this for your own good."
"Hmm..." Song Qingrong responded and quickly left.
My body instinctively followed, but hearing what they were saying made me feel a little annoyed.
However, what bothered me was not what Song's mother said.
What she said was realistic, but it was also true.
As a mother, I can't just stand by and watch my daughter ruin her life for a dead person, no matter who that person is.
On this point, I support Song's mother.
What bothers me is Song Qingrong.
She has sacrificed so much for me.
While I was still in a daze, I had already gotten into the car with Song Qingrong. It seemed that I was now bound to her. Whenever Song Qingrong had any ideas or wanted to go somewhere, I would be forced to follow her and could not stray too far from her.
Before long, I followed Song Qingrong back to her home.
To my surprise, even this place was decorated in a festive manner. The only thing that seemed out of place was the addition of an altar in the center of the living room, on which was placed my portrait.
In front of the portrait was a memorial tablet that read: "The Tablet of My Deceased Husband Xu Ruo".
I watched for a while until Song Qingrong returned to her room and I was taken there. Only then did I curse my bad luck.
Aside from making a couple of complaints, there's nothing I can do.
When they arrived at Song Qingrong's room, Song Qingrong was already sitting at her desk, writing something.
I leaned over for a look, and was immediately stunned.
July 13, 2024, sunny turning to rain.
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